Over the screams of mortars and men, the sound of courage remains
I mentioned last week I would write more about my friend Matt Steady…
Australian gamba
Let me first greet the newcomers in my fairyland, and since we are in the era of the viola da gamba revival, let me present you a gambist from Sydney: Jenny Eriksson
Solo upgrade
I´ve been playing a lot of acoustic viol in the past weeks, and keep going. I´m working on 2 repertoires for solo concerts, one acoustic and one electronic with loops.
When a fake hides another
I´ve been playing a lot of acoustic viol in the past weeks, and keep going. I´m working on 2 repertoires for solo concerts, one acoustic and one electronic
Beds have a life of their own
Practicing domestic happiness I listened to Debussy’s first Arabesque. Nice piano ballade, everything is there, the flair of the early twentieth century, and first perfumes of the 30s in the second movement, these ideas have been well-exploited since by jazz pianists.
Pantagruelian vision of social media by Hieronymus Bosch
How lucky I am, being cut off from useless infos and Fackbook´s suspicion over a breach of their community standards, or bedroom revolutionaries.
Dia-pason
Back to the “international standard” of A = 440 Hz, compulsory for us materialist Westerners
Artistic decisions
Being forced to join the bandwagon, I finally opened the internet on my cell phone, so let me first apologize to the people whose mail I couldn´t answer in the last weeks!
When Internet is gone, comes the postman…
.. from Strasburg, France, senator´s pace as well, must have something to do with the proximity of German Telekom.
A busy week
My internet and telephone are cut because of works in the neighboring new house, and thanks to Telekom I have to relocate at my friend´s Rolf and squat his line for 2 days.
pure bliss
3 days in the desert of Rajasthan, these pants – with stupid seams that rubbed everywhere it shouldn´t – helped me attain pure bliss the 3 following days.
The environment creates Man, cities are harmful
Sometimes I feel like becoming a Sadhu, but I still have responsibilities for others, especially my daughter.
Industry without art is brutality
Shall we stay in prison?
Laziness, ignorance, fear or Stockholm syndrome? One thing always puzzles me, that’s why people indulge in their habits.
Sound comes first
All perceptible matter comes from a primary substance, or tenuity beyond conception, filling all space, the Akasha or luminiferous ether, which is acted upon by the life-giving Prana or creative force, calling into existence, in never ending cycles all things and phenomena.
Music of the Spheres?
The Ancients were cool, but I still wonder how does the Music of the Spheres sound where there is no air to resonate?
Sure, there is no one either to hear it.
Mode comes from boredom
I chose country life for the rhythm of the natural life. When I am in a city, I feel all the pressure of too many souls around me.
Iron age, year unknown
The train arrives soon , bell, barrier … The time stopped yesterday in Huglfing in Bavaria.
Let´s take the 432 train for When
Jules came from the Antilles, and worked as a concierge at the Hotel Lillebonne, the culture centre in the old town of Nancy.
How gaga are they with “their” Lady?
Curiously, life brings me constantly to meet architects, I even married one …
A, B, C, Ah, vous dirai-je, maman?
My grandfather was a bookbinder and sold used books, I still live between several readings.
Curiously, the Chinese dragon´s name is LOG
One topic today, and I ask you one thing: please DECIDE to understand.
Collective Stockholm syndrome
A few clarifications first
I do not write to prove I am right, neither to boast my “culture”, but to explain what moves me to produce the music that I do..
The baby and the bath water
Long before the internet, in the 90s, my friends Jean Poncet and Xavier Mignon organized deprogramming seminars. These seminars don´t happen anymore, but I still have notes here and there. And Jean Poncet publishes books.
Shriveled
I’m not a big fan of David Bowie, but there was a scene that impressed me in the 1976 film The Man Who Fell To Earth.
Out of sync
There is some truth in comparing opera singers to trumpets (the result of their training to sound as loud as possible). Also, most of the time, they hardly care about the meaning of the lyrics they´re singing.
A secret, by definition, remains unknown.
I just saw an Internet video titled “the secret power of music they don’t want you to know”